It’s long remained a mystery, the cold spot twixt the trees. A place that on the warmest days can chill you to the bone.
Some say the Ice Queen’s throne once sat there. Others claim it’s the site of a dastardly murder committed one winter’s morn when an icicle pierced a victim’s heart. It’s even said a colony of snow creatures inhabits a frozen warren beneath the forest floor.
But no. They are wrong. Only I know the truth. And you will never know. Unless you linger long enough to freeze your blood. Then you’ll know but wish you never did.
My tale has loosely based the picture from Rochelle who is, of course, also the host of Friday Fictioneers
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